p–3a:

you know when harry is told, “you’re a wizard”

and all the mess and the weirdness and the Things Other People Don’t Do and the namecalling and everything, all of a sudden they make sense because he knows this thing about himself which explains it all and it’s not his fault any more, and what’s more, there’s a community of people who have experienced the exact same thing that he can now relate to?

that’s what a correct diagnosis feels like

“don’t label yourself” my arse